WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR PRAISES GO UP: Blessings by Chance The Rapper

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR PRAISES GO UP: Blessings By Chance The Rapper

I love me some good ol’ gospel hip-hop. Especially when it comes with a fusion of jazz, and soul and some great inspiring lyrics, like Chance The Rapper’s song – Blessings.

One other thing I like about Chance The Rapper aside from his lovely music style, is how he disregards conventional norms, and just does his music his own way – regardless of what Christians or non-Christians think of it.

While some Christians like the fact that he infuses gospel themes in his music, others refuse to award his music with the precious crown of ‘Christian Hip-hop’ because a lot of his lyrics are not always ‘Christianly’ .

Like Imade Nibokun states in LA Weekly, “Christian hip-hop typically has two different types of rappers. There’s the youth pastor who uses hip-hop to spread the gospel to youth, and there’s the reformed hustler who zealously uses the gospel to share his love of hip-hop. ”

And my dearly beloved, Chance The Rapper doesn’t fall into either of these categories.

And that’s one of the reasons I love him. His simple approach to life, music and Christianity. He is just an average 23 year old guy who loves his music and loves his Jesus.

Yes he still sins – but don’t we all.

Here’s the video and lyrics to Blessings by Chance The Rapper. I hope it blesses you like it blessed me.

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]I don’t make songs for free, I make ’em for freedomDon’t believe in kings, believe in the KingdomChisel me into stone, prayer whistle me into song airDying laughing with Krillin saying something ’bout blonde hairJesus’ black life ain’t matter, I know I talked to his daddySaid you the man of the house now, look out for your familyHe has ordered my steps, gave me a sword with a crestAnd gave Donnie a trumpet in case I get shortness of breath

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]They booked the nicest hotels on the 59th floorWith the big wide windows, with the suicide doorsAin’t no blood on my money, ain’t no Twitter in HeavenI know them drugs isn’t close, ain’t no visitin’ HeavenI know the difference in blessings and worldly possessionsLike my ex girl getting pregnantAnd her becoming my everythingI’m at war with my wrongs, I’m writing four different songsI never forged it or forfeited, I’m a force to be reconciledThey want four minute songsYou need a four hour praise dance performed every mornI’m feeling shortness of breath, so Nico grab you a hornHit Jericho with a buzzer beater to end a quarterWatch brick and mortar fall like dripping water, ugh!(Good God)